Driving through Badlands National Park we kept seeing this rainstorm in the distance but it was hard to tell if the rain was hitting the ground or not. I used the cloud to get some mottled sunshine on the plains a few miles before we hit this stretch, where the rain was indeed getting all the way down. What caught my eye was the reflection of the sky, cloud and rain in the main road and the side road, and the curve of the road seeming to turn into the rain and complete the path upward. The cloud was small enough I could frame it almost entirely in the composition, letting the sun illuminate the edges with a glow while the center remained ominous and threatening.
It’s just this force that created the Badlands, thousands of years of rain gradually eroding the sedimentary plains into sharp-edged ridges and steep valleys.
Standing on the prairie in the area it’s hard to remember the ground you are on is the result of what washed down from the top of the ridges, where the original plateau surface used to be. All those years of water doing it’s work away from the sight of man, quietly turning the prairie into a national park.